I very rarely feel this way anymore
Feel like my entire life is spinning out of control
like a car that found that one spot of black ice.

I constantly have to remind myself
That I'm not sixteen anymore,
I'm twenty-two god ****** and I shouldn't go through this anymore.

Sometimes it's like yesterday,
Sitting alone, crying hating everything about myself,
Showing my own pain on my skin.

And I hate it, I know it's wrong,
But that doesn't stop me from thinking
That the red lines look so pretty against porcelain.

I really shouldn't feel this way anymore,
I should have a better way to deal with this.
I'm twenty-two you know.

But sixteen was easier.